Currently:
Feeling a tad under the weather
Shuffling around the house in my favorite/most embarrassing fuzzy wuzzy slippers.
Leaving a cloud of tissues in nearly every room
Semi-engaged in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy
Gunmetal and navy nail polish painting
Loving and laughing over the perfectly understandable moment captured in this photograph.
Flipping the pages of Vogue Espana
Contemplating buying new savage kicks, the only remedy I can muster.
Too tired, too groggy… going back to the land of nod
(Image: Storytime)
When a quasi-sporadic jaunt had us regaling any amount of apathy, my lax interpretation of frugality was tested. I was supposed to be Christmas shopping, but the slightest notion only manifested a spending floodgate that swung wide-open… breaching all self-discipline. So there I was, attempting a silent negotiation, yes-no-no-yes. And just like that, the holier-than-thou shoe gods had me by Gheppetto ’s strings, and were yet again exultant. In every conceivable ( shoe predicament ) way, it seemed a publicized threat to some bizzarro stylistic-existence, and obviously some things are beyond control. In the silver lining, there’s an upside to this inadvertent gluttony because these powerhouse Maryjane’s--with their patent leather and subtle contrasting edge--will always be there, for all those untamed days ahead. Seriously, there's more to me than just savage kicks... but in the words of Carrie Bradshaw, I suppose one day, "I will literally be the woman who lived ...